Street Beats

I’m gonna dream a while

Before it’s time to go

And I leave home

Because all roads lead to rome

And I intent to find her in a mile

Wasting my time meandering in the snow

Feeling like a dog trapped in a cone

Stuck in this endless drone


I’m as high as heaven

Scrawling up memories in dreams

She was there back then, in the time of street beats

Just kids snacking on packaged meats

Some time after eleven

Wearing different shades of cream

None of us could handle the heat

So we ducked in trash can shades, at least to meet


We all played drums

With pots and lids

Kool-aid and innocent imaginings as fuel

Felt rooted in yule

Every day, that’s where we’d come

It’s all we cared for as kids

With minimal labels as fools

But we were far from piles of tools


It was that way

Until it rained

And the alley tended to reek

At least for a week

One day

It was over, we were all strained

Bonds too weak

Insight on what kept us close, bleak


For us, it was all too much rain

Now I’m older

I’m prouder

Smoke shrouds her

Now it’s disappearing vistas behind my eyes, just pain

I’m a lot colder

And I can’t see past her powder

Make up all pretty like, enchanting power

This is my bane

Here I am, a bit bolder

Cheap confidence post shower

I’ll cower in my mistakes later


I can’t find the cause

Of this feeling

I think this world is killing me

What’s glee?

In all these moments of need, no pause

Just the bad choices I’m dealing

On my knees

Hoping this flip flop back is my key


But I’m feeling a little hollow tonight

I can’t hit the sack

These eyes don’t close

All I can do is pose

This plastic is strangling my prose

But then again, failure is my knack

For now and forever, I’ve lost my light

To nothing but my nature, forever blight


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